Previously: After a dream that Skye decided was in fact a memory, she decided that Wolfe truly was her father and went to the interogation room to get the whole story.

Chapter Sixteen

Kree?

Skye's breath hitched in her throat.

Was this her true identity?

"No… I've never heard of them," Skye told him, palpable curiosity in her voice.

"Oh, you aren't one of them!" Wolfe assured her, and she let out a breath she was holding, her shoulders slumping sluggishly. "To be honest, I don't know what to classify you as."

Skye scowled, her face caught somewhere between disbelief and anger, with a little bit of offense thrown in. "What the hell does that mean?" she asked. "You're my father! You should know what… species your kid is!"

Wolfe cocked his head to the side. "I'm interested: at what point did you decide that I'm truly your father? I doubt that DNA test told you anything specific."

Slightly shocked he even knew about the DNA test, Skye shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked down. She realized how stupid this would sound.

"I had a nightmare," she admitted, fiercely looking up to meet his eyes when she remembered she was supposed to be the interrogator here. The one in charge.

"Rather fitting to come to your father for that," he laughed, and Skye could have grinned. Still, she didn't. "But I'm taking it that this wasn't an ordinary nightmare?"

She shook her head. "It was China, twenty-five years ago when the village was attacked." She paused. "When you attacked the village."

Wolfe pursed his lips together. "I did do that, and it's a true shame that so many humans had to die."

Skye didn't think he sounded like he felt all that bad, but maybe years of having to deal with it hollowed him out.

"It was a necessary evil, though. They were after you."

"Who?" Skye asked, nearly breathless with curiosity.

"Everyone. The Inhumans, the Skrulls, the god damn SHIELD agents..." Wolfe seethed, shaking his head. "I never would have come to earth if I knew those people were around."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I just learned the word Kree all about a minute ago. Inhuman? Skull?"

"Skrull," he corrected, and sighed. "Jesus, I keep forgetting how uneducated you are. This is going to be hard to explain…"

"Try." Skye's tone was flat. Hard. She wanted to hear this.

Wolfe leaned in. "I'm what they call an Inhuman, and we can get to the history lesson on the species later. But your mother was not."

Inhuman. Ok, so she was half Inhuman.

Well, that sounded awful.

It was like some sort of monster. That's what you called people when they were so evil they were acting "inhuman."

Skye didn't like it.

"And my mother was…?"

"Kree."

Ah, so Skye was some Kree.

And in that moment, Skye realized that – barring that Wolfe was lying – she'd just been told what she was. Discovered what she'd been searching for her entire life. Not that she'd known she wasn't human until the last few months, though she'd always wondered what race she was. She'd always looked a little different. Mexican? Chinese? Maybe some Native American? She couldn't even figure that out. But now she was becoming enlightened to exactly how different she was. Finding her origin. Her beginnings.

Her mind could barely process it.

"Pure bloodline Kree, not pink-skinned," continued Wolfe, as if he didn't just give Skye life altering information. "Which added more to our shame if you asked the councils."

Skye shook her head. "You're not making sense… pink skin?"

"A form of Kree that resemble… humans, actually. But the original Kree were blue."

Skye's eyebrows shot up. "My mother was a blue alien?" she asked incredulously.

Wolfe flashed her a toothy grin. "Aren't you glad you got dad's skin color?"

Yes, she thought but didn't voice, instead just continuing her questioning. "So, where is she now? She a sleeper inside SHIELD too? I guess that would be a bit harder with the whole blue skin thing…"

"She's dead," Wolfe said flatly, shifting his stare to the ground.

Skye felt her heart drop like lead into her stomach, and not only from the pain clearly caused to this man from the happening. But because her hope of ever seeing the mother she'd dreamt about for so long flicked away with those two words, fast as if someone could diminish the light from a candle.

At least she knew now.

"Sapphire died in the Hunan Province. The SHIELD team picked her up and brought her in as though she were just another alien artifact to study," explained Wolfe, and Skye noted the bitterness in his voice. "But I suppose I can be grateful. After all, it was because of them she continued to give you life long after that."

Cryptic.

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" asked Skye.

"GH-325. Ring any bells?" asked Wolfe.

"Yes. It's the miracle drug they used on Coulson and…." Her eyes widened with realization.

"Right." Wolfe smirked. "Less of a miracle drug than a blood transfusion from your very own mother." He pursed his lips in thought. "Well, I suppose it could be classified as a miracle drug to Agent Coulson."

That was… remarkable. Skye, once again, felt frazzled. Her mother's blood had saved her? If her mother hadn't died, Skye would be dead. Coulson would be dead.

The hacker rubbed her eyes warily, trying to track all the information as well as wipe away any tears that may have slipped through with the latest revelation. Her head pounded with every new piece to the puzzle.

The team better be recording this…

"In the nightmare, you saw my face, I take it?" asked Wolfe, giving Skye whiplash from the change of subject. "That's how you're so sure I'm your father."

"Uh, yes," she said with some uncertainty, mind still pacing a couple feet behind. "But you didn't look… normal. Well, maybe you did look normal for you, I dunno, but you looked-"

"Bloody? Cuts everywhere?"

Skye nodded.

He scoffed a laugh. "Raina's memory machine finally did something right then."

"So, you know Flower Dress?" asked Skye casually, not voicing the revelation that the machine caused her abrupt access to her memories. "She's definitely on my list of 'people I never need to see again.'"

Wolfe's eyes lit up, seeming only too eager to agree with her. "I know! She gives that impression to a lot of people. But your mother wanted a caretaker and she was the only one willing to come to earth with us. And, her curiosity made sure she'd take care of you."

"Ok, rewind. Remember, alien knowledge novice here." Skye paused, shook her head. "Wait, did you say caretaker? As in like… nanny?"

"You could call it that."

"Wow, ok. So you, mom, and Nanny McFee came to earth… why? And where from? Wait, does that mean Raina's an Inhuman or Kree?"

"Whoa, that's a lot of questions." Wolfe laughed. "I can see you haven't been trained in interrogation yet, have you kiddo?"

"Just answer the question," said Skye firmly, somewhat offended.

He chuckled. "Which one?"

Skye glared. Maybe he was just trying to be friendly with her, but he was also making fun of her. And she was supposed to be the one with the upper hand here.

She shifted her posture so that she was up straight, chin held high. Her movement was obviously noted by Wolfe.

"All of them," she said with as much authority as she could muster.

Wolfe sighed. "Raina's an Inhuman. She wanted to… well, in terms someone with a lack of a better 'alien education' can understand, she wanted to find herself. So she would help us and we would help her."

Skye kept intrigue on her face, urging him to continue.

"We were on Hala, my home planet when Sapphire was nearing the end of her pregnancy. And that's when the prophecy manifested."

"Prophecy?" Skye scoffed. "Like, telling the future sort of thing?"

"It's not uncommon on my world, it should be taken seriously," said Wolfe sternly. "Especially to you."

"Why?" Skye asked as her stomach flipped, already knowing the answer.

"It's about you, Skye."

She was nervous, near shaking with excitement of finding out all the answers and trepidation of what they may mean, but she kept her composure.

"What about me?"

"You don't… you're not like us. You're not like any other being. You're mother and I were never supposed to be together; it's never been done," he explained, his cuffed hands reaching for her as if he wanted to console her through the process. "You're the first and only Kree-Inhuman hybrid."

"Huh." Skye didn't really know what else to say. The information not only baffled her, but somehow, it suddenly made her feel very alone.

"And you may be the last, considering you were the only one before the curse."

Ok. Very, very alone.

"Curses now, eh?" Skye tried to maintain her nerve. "First we talk about a prophecy, and now we're onto curses. We got a wicked witch in the story soon?"

"The two are linked," Wolfe explained. "And the only things that are wicked in this story are the Skrulls who did this to us. Horrible, green creatures."

"Right, alien life form number three. Almost forgot about them."

"You'd be wise not to. They're the cause of the curse. They used the Terrigen Mist against the Inhumans so we can no longer use the Mist for its true purpose."

"The what now?"

"The Terrigen Mist. It is a form of magic that allows our abilities to be made clear. Each Inhuman has a different power, a different skill, but it will only manifest after they are exposed to the Mist."

"Whoa, that's…actually really cool. Can I do that? Can you? What's your power?" She cleared her throat, reigning in her excitement. "That is, if this so called 'Terrigen Mist' really exists."

"Trust me, it is very real. But the Skrulls were able to distort it. They morphed it so we can no longer breed and can no longer use the powers within us." Wolfe's face held a true feeling of hurt and sorrow from the knowledge, and Skye's eyes flicked away almost in an attempt to give him privacy.

He continued. "Then you were going to be born. Neither one of our councils were happy about it. Both of our species, though the Kree more than the Inhumans, were very against intermingling between other species. And then the prophecy showed up. The one that said the impure baby girl would be the one to end the curse."

"And that's me," Skye confirmed, nodding to herself and ignoring the rude title of 'impure'. "I guess I'm more important than they realized."

"You sure were," he said lightly. "But because of that, they wanted you. Everyone. Inhumans and Skrulls. So we fled to Terra, or Earth. We stopped on this planet's moon for Sapphire to give birth."

Skye could have laughed. She almost did.

"I was born on the moon?" she asked incredulously.

"You chose a very appropriate name for yourself, considering it's where you came from."

Skye mused for a moment. "So… from moon to Chinese village?"

"It had limited technology and we were hoping we could evade whomever was after us longer by residing there. We were wrong. Skrulls infiltrated almost immediately, taking the place of many of the villagers."

Skye played back the information she'd been given in her head. "I recall you saying they were green… you didn't take notice of that?" asked Skye.

"Skrulls are shapeshifters. When I say they took the place of the villagers, I mean that they killed them off and literally took their place. We couldn't tell who was who, it was a massacre…"

The memory hurt him; Skye could see it on his face. But if her dream held true, she knew he also enjoyed it. At least somewhat. The smile on his face left no room for lies.

"That is how you saw me in the dream. My power allows me to inflict pain on others, but I have to suffer somewhat myself in order for it to work. Hence, the cuts."

"I think you got ripped off," mumbled Skye. "That power sounds kind of… terrible. No offense."

"I became a soldier," he told her simply. "It seemed the proper thing to do once my power manifested. And having some of the pain inflicted on me ensures I don't abuse my gift."

"Why don't…" Skye hesitated, not wanting to give him any ideas. But he of course would have thought of this. "Why don't you use it now?

"Oh Skye, I don't want to hurt you," Wolfe said earnestly, before adding quickly, "And the longer the curse has had to grow, the harder it's gotten to control the powers."

"Ah, there it is."

"But I would still never hurt you," he assured her.

"Sure. Let's get back on track. You were attacking some Skrulls, and that's when the SHIELD agents came?" Skye prompted him to continue.

"And the Inhumans. Everyone was there for you. The SHIELD agents to protect you, the Inhumans to take and use you, and the Skrulls to kill you."

Skye figured she had a dark past, but this was turning out to be more like a fairy tale. The original ones, where people got their eyes gouged out or got pregnant in their sleep. Not the modern Disney crap.

"I hate to ask but… why didn't you just give me to the Inhumans? It's not like they wanted me for a bad reason. This prophecy thing says if I help, then you guys can have kids and families again. And get your cool powers. Don't you want your race to continue?"

He looked at her with pleading eyes. "Skye, you don't understand. In order for the ritual to work you have to be exposed to the Terrigen Mist."

"Doesn't that just mean I just get some sweet power?" she asked hopefully, yet not expecting the answer to be yes.

"No. You're not full Inhuman. You're not complete Kree either, and the two cancel each other. For all intents and purposes, as far as physical strength and powers go, you are a mere human."

Skye sat back, a little discouraged. From super-special prophesy girl to plain old human in about two minutes. She couldn't even be classified as on 084 anymore, though, she did discover her origin to be the moon, which was kind of cool.

"Your mother and I didn't want our child to be exposed to the Mist. We couldn't allow it, so we fled to earth so the Council couldn't do it for us," Wolfe told her, and she could tell he was trying to avoid her eyes now. She knew some things about interrogation, or picking up on basic human clues. That meant he was ashamed of something he did, or perhaps something he had to tell her.

"Why?" Skye asked, so afraid of the answer. She tried to swallow the lump developing in her throat. Her mouth was too dry. "Why can't I be exposed?"

"Because you'd die, Skye." Wolfe met her eyes, all the concern and worry a father should have for his daughter were residing in his. She saw her own fears mirrored in them, and they only broke away from each other's gaze when he leaned down to sigh. "And I'm so sorry. I tried to take you away and find a new way. But I couldn't. I… can't."

Skye swallowed as she finally got rid of the lump. "What are you saying?" she asked, voice heavy and thick like it was made of syrup.

"I'm asking, Skye, if you will save our species and become the hero you were destined to be. I'm asking you to sacrifice yourself."

A/n: Dun, dun DUUUUN!

Long explanation. Hope it was bearable. If it's too confusing let me know, though next chapter will at least answer a few more things. This is based off of comic book lore, but I am taking creative license and changing a couple things. Skye is actually lightly based off of a specific character. Bonus points if you can name her!

Please let me know what you think, I love hearing what all of you have to say! Plus, reviews make me post faster. Or not if you write something like slow down... soooo feel free to do that too! :)

Thank you Shadow375 for the beta! Skye would have been lacking some emotions with her!